A ‘taster’ for my novel…
She didn’t think about him anymore. She hadn’t thought about him for three decades. In truth, she believed she’d exhausted her thoughts where he was concerned; she protected herself from him.
There was a time when it was different. A time when she enjoyed mundane tasks because completing them got her minutes closer to their next meeting. A time when she would find herself skipping like an excited child as she walked along the street, smiling at strangers because she was inwardly smiling at him. A time when all her thoughts contained him.
It was years since she woke in the night imagining she felt the touch of his fingers brushing her spine. She stopped reacting with a start if a man wearing his fragrance happened to come near. And the phone could ring without causing a jolt to her stomach.
But joy turned to bitterness and vengeance. Desire for him became the desire to hurt him; to scar him as much as she could.
He was in a locked compartment in her mind. He was her past; he was no longer her everyday.